Category: paintings

The max. dimension on these is 12″, which is kinda weird for me, I usually work on a larger scale.  This is a shot at shameless commerce, nobody can say they’re tooooo expensive.

This is my dirty secret.  Until today, I had never had any of my art professionally frames.  Robert Reitz is my HERO.  See what he framed at Art on Depot.  The war rages in my head.  Framing works on paper costs, but there is something about canvas that makes me stumble.  May all be a dumb discussion, I’ve sold ONE painting this year, so maybe the medium isn’t the problem.  Forrest would say that it’s my problem, along with world hunger, but I think it just might be the economy.  Whadda ya think?

The open house and cold weather have slowed my posts.  I worked on the small red daylily today, but the pix came out blurry.  The “Queen Anne’s Lace” is going to the small works show at Haywood.  I’m taking 4 flower paintings and one barn.  I know I’m supposed to expect that they’ll sell like hotcakes, but I don’t.  It is an opportunity to show them.

That was a favorite expression of my mother’s for someone who is crazy.

I will have my studio open house from 1-4 on Sat. Oct. 24.   It should be a good excuse to drive out into the country and see the fall leaves.

I haven’t figured out what this flower doesn’t need.  Credit card, cell phone, car, Ipod, health insurance? 

Stonewall at Fines Creek gym.

I love it when Gregg comes to the studio.  He can tell me when a part of my painting bugs him or seems unfinished.  The triangle in the corner has been interrupted.  Now the tricky part is to finish the details without getting caught in fussiness.

Gregg made a print rack for me out of PVC pipe.  It bugs him that it looks cheap, because it was.  I said it was an homage to my father.  Gregg helped him lay miles of irrigation lines in the pecan orchard in San Antonio.  “That’s what it needs!”  He’s going to add a faucet and  say it’s derivative of Marcel Duchamp.

This may not look much different from the last post.  In it I had worked in the yellows.  That left the white flowers looking mighty sketchy.  I had liked the freedom that I’d sketched them in with, and then left it.  But that was WRONG.  Mostly I worked on the center panel.  I really like my fried egg daisy, but the paint on it is the barest wash.  I’ll keep moving around the panels until a lightening bolt strikes and says “It’s done!”